Patched Together and All Sewn Up

One of my allies out at the Refuge is the barn swallow. They swoop and dive and catch mosquitoes and deer flies and whatever delicacies on which they’re nourished. They are shiny dark blue on top and a warm yellow/white on their bellies. Not much else to tell you about them as they are very small and they are everywhere. They do a pretty good job keeping the pestiferous bugs at a reasonable level, but in July, even the bevies of barn swallows can’t keep up. I honor them for trying…

Yesterday Elizabeth and I went to the quilt show in Creede, CO. Creede is a summer destination for Texans, even more since Covid. It’s a nice town in a spectacular location. The town was crowded; no where to park and people wandering around everywhere. At the top of the town is a mine and in the mine is the semi-annual quilt show.

I’m not a quilter and will never be a quilter. But as a kid I slept under the quilts my grandmother made and I appreciate the art very much. Technology has invaded that art, too, and I saw a large sewing machine that sounded like a high-powered drill, quilting something more or less on its own.

We got there in time to see most of the “Antique Quilt Bed Turning” (featured photo) where the women showed and talked about some of the old quilts they had been loaned to show during this event. I hope I can lend two quilt to them next time because they’re different from anything I saw at the show yesterday.

One of the activities is voting for our favorite in each category. Categories are things like bed quilts, lap quilts, holiday quilts, art quilts, and some categories that are kind of unique and lead to interesting projects. One was integrating old things into the quilts — there were some really cool projects there. I wish I’d taken pictures of all of them, but I only took one.

All the pretty squares on this quilt are the kinds of handkerchiefs my mom’s students gave her as gifts in the 1940’s.

Another category — and I don’t remember what it was — had this quilt.

The cute pre-printed blocks tell a kid how to be. I liked the skunk the best. 🙂

I always enjoy hanging out with Elizabeth, and we had a lot of fun.

13 thoughts on “Patched Together and All Sewn Up

  1. Like you, I’m not nor ever will be a quilter. But I love them, for their utility and artistry.

    Among my most prized possessions are two quilts I won at an Oregon trail running race in the 1990s. The event was put on by a group of non-running, older women who wanted to raise money for the schools in McKenzie River. Among their group were some quilters. Every year, at least one hand-made quilt was among the top three prizes. I got lucky and won a quilt in two different years.

    I have always hung them on walls in my homes. Textile art. My favorite of the two has – upon close inspection – human foot prints stitched around the edges, in white thread, almost invisible.

    • That is just awesome. I love the subtle footprints. One of my English as a Second Language students wrote something beautiful without knowing it. She didn’t know the word “footprints” and she wrote, “When we walk on the beach, we leave ghosts in the sand.” I always think that my invisible footprints are on all the trails I’ve hiked, run and loved. ❤

  2. Barn swallows are favorites. One of the reason I love walking a golf course is the accompaniment of swallows. They surround me because as I stroll through the longer grass (where my ball often is) I kick up bugs. They thank me. Don’t know how else to explain the feeling.

  3. Beautiful quilts! I have one that my great grandmother made and one that my grandmother made. Sparky has one from his grandmother. Mine are the Missouri Star and the Martha Washington Star pattern one in white and red and the other in white and purple/lavender. Sparky’s quilt is made from old clothes (mostly wool, polyester, and flannel) in big blocks. His is very itchy/scratchy! These are all so intricate!

    • Quilts are really amazing. I love my two quilts — one my grandmother made me, the other my grandmother made and it belonged to my Aunt Martha. When I was a very little girl, and stayed with my Aunt Martha, and slept with her, it was on her bed. It means so much to me. ❤

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